World of Warcraft Ghost Story: Kyle Wants to Resurrect You
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Hello everyone, and good day. Today, since it seems that a considerable amount of time has passed since the Burning Crusade’s expansion, and now this story is relatively safe to speak of. Like many of you, I am a Warcraft fan, and, unlike most of you, I spend most of my time these days RPing on Moon Guard. However, it wasn’t always this way. I used to just play the game on a normal population server named Vek’nilash, named obviously after one of the hardest and mysterious (because he had very little backstory) raid bosses of Vanilla WoW. I didn’t have very much friends on there, considering I was semi-bad at the game. I don’t remember which guilds I was in back on that server, unfortunately. The server was also home to some of the biggest retards on WoW ever. Go figure. Anyways, that is not what I wanted to talk about.
I would like to share a strange experience I had with it…although strange is an understatement. More like fucking creepy. Anyways, a few years back (the exact date escapes me, though it might have been right in the summer), a neighbor, who I was good friends with, had died from a freak car accident (I think it was because he got thrown offroad and his car went towards a bottom of a lake, I honestly dare not ask), and not even a few weeks later, there was an open house sale. I wasn’t exactly keen on them selling his possessions, given I was too young to understand that they were having a hard time with money as it was around New York, and this unfortunate turn of events didn’t help at all either. Most of the time, at an even younger age, I would go to his house and play video games with him on my N64, and have good times playing Super Smash Brothers among other fighter games. He would always best me, of course.
So I went over, with my childish curiosity, and asked them why they were selling his stuff. I do not have permission to be using their names on the net, so I will not be saying their family name, but will only mention the first name of the deceased; Kyle. Keep in mind that Kyle himself, as childish as his name might sound, was around his thirties before he died, and was sort of a technology fanatic. Also, he was kind of a guy who preferred to be bald, and shaved his head. He also preferred no facial hair, due to the fact that he had to usually spend a lot of time outdoors, despite his favorite pastime. He was the quiet kind, usually not saying much outside of what he wanted to say. Anyways, his mother, who he was pretty much hanging around with to help her through current hard times, responded to me with a smile, and nothing more. I don’t think she could actually bring herself to answer that, so instead, more than likely to divert my attention, she gave me a few supposedly blank CDs, though they seemed slightly used. Given I was young, and not too quick on the uptake, I fell for it, and took the same CDs home after she politely suggested that I go home. Later on that day, I had checked all of the CDs to see if any files were left on them. None of them contained anything, which at that point I assumed they were cleaned of anything…presumably porn now that I think of it.
So I decided afterwards that I would use the CD to hold a WoW nude texture pack I found on a site (don’t judge) because I didn’t want any parent at the time finding out. Or anyone else for that matter, and hid it in a plethora of folders (six folders, I’m sure of it), each with a random name. After that, I installed the texture pack, (against ToS, I know), but for a while, after I installed the texture pack, the laptop lagged a lot….couldn’t click nothing, couldn’t do shit, was stuck for a whole hour. I then went exploring around the house after waiting ten minutes with extreme patience. I realized nobody was here, and everyone was probably out doing something else. Being the young horndog I was, I checked on a female character I had on Vek’nilash for the texture pack, to see if it was working. I started stripping down…then I saw underwear. It wasn’t working for some reason, and I was confused. I thought that maybe I installed it wrong, but that really couldn’t have been the case. I easily gave up, and went back on Miluv, my level 70 undead warlock in a few purples and greens. I know, I was pretty bad at the game back then. So anyways, I logged into Shattrath, with a bit of my gear needing repairs, and the server lagging horribly.
A few textures were missing, the ground was see-through, and the sky had dancing yellow spike, which, whenever looked at, horribly lag the game. The yellow spikes were a normal thing for when I was in a crowded town, so I thought nothing of it at the moment, and moved on to get repairs. After that, I flew up towards the sky, and headed towards the Nagrand entrance on the Aldor tier. However, since I was a Scryers boy, I had to avoid the guards and fly sky high. Floor was still see-through when I got into Nagrand. Each soul I drained, I heard a faint scream. I think I was farming broken-faced draenei, and was a little alarmed at first. Perhaps an addon I had installed recently was fucking with me. I had no idea at the time, and dismissed it, continuing the soul shard farming in peace. Afterwards, I went to Garadar, and tried to vendor off my many items in the half-speed lag. None of the NPCs responded. In fact, most of them were using the ghouls skin, which of course, looked distorted and very disturbing. I got pissed, and decided to hearth. However….I really wish I didn’t do that, looking back on everything…
After hearthing, I was hanging far above, on an unknown spot in the Great Sea, in a perpetual fall. Yes, I was pissed off, and wrote a ticket to Blizzard, which strangely, got an immediate response. It was a GM, and went something like this…
[Kyle]: Hey Josh, want to play a game?
I jumped, shocked and slightly scared. I didn’t know how to respond, or what to start with. I composed myself a little, thinking the name was just pure coincidence, and that maybe they pulled up some kind of information log with my name and account or some shit like that. Though in hindsight, they probably aren’t allowed to do that in the first place. I composed myself, and started typing.
[Miluv]: Hello. I don’t know what you mean by a game, but could you please get me out of the Great Sea? I’ve been floating here for a while, and really want to get down so I can play with my friends.
There was no answer for a while, and I was starting to get just a little freaked out. Thoughts started racing through my head, like why did he use my real name, or why he’s named Kyle. Kyle didn’t seem like a name a GM would use, definitely not…
This was the response I got.
[Kyle]: Let’s play a game.
I then saw the loading screen for the Eastern Kingdoms, more specifically the Burning Crusade’s variant, which has a smug human female mage in the right background, a serious looking female gnome warlock and a male dwarf hunter on the right foreground, a paladin blood elf with this neutral look on her face and a book in her hand in the left foreground, and this somewhat pissed off forsaken female priest in the left background. However….this is where things went horribly wrong. They all looked dead…like forsaken, except worse. Their eyes were hollow, streaming out blood like tears, and their beautiful, fleshy frames were caved in. They were all naked, revealing disgusting, zombie-like features, drawn in such perfect detail that is was disturbing. Their faces portrayed an agonizing, painful expression, but only the forsaken had a sharp grin. There was no music either. As this screen flashed, the two lightbulbs in my room gave out, snapping and creating a darker room than before. At this point in time, it was pitch black outside, and I freaked the fuck out.
I got out of my chair, bolted for the door, and started screaming, banging the door and trying to get the hell out of that room. Regardless of the door being unlocked, the door wouldn’t budge. Only then had I realized that somehow, the lock on the other side of my door was slid into place. I sighed, frustrated and flustered. I then slowly turned back towards the laptop, realizing that was my only source of light in this room. But I didn’t want to look at it. However, as I turned, it seems that I was just playing the normal game again. Before I continued, I turned the monitor towards the phone, and checked if the lines were working. I picked it up. Beeping. This was very odd, because my phone is the master phone of the house...by some designer flaw I cannot recall for the life of me, and the phone lines only work when my phone is plugged in. Yet…beeping. Then I checked the windows. They were stuck in place. So, after sitting on the bed for ten minutes, hiding under the covers and calming myself, I came to the conclusion that maybe this was a dream, and I needed to wake up by playing it out or pinching myself.
Pinch one. Didn’t work. Pinch two. Didn’t work. Rapidly slamming my head with my fists. Didn’t work. Checked my taste buds by licking my finger. Salty skin. Undeniably, any way I looked at it, I was awake, and now with a slightly hurt head. I was too afraid to shut off or close my laptop, thinking the darkness would leave me vulnerable. But I needed something else to depend on. I frantically searched the room in the illuminated pitch black, and found a lamp. Relieved, I plugged it into the same outlet as my laptop. It worked, and I had an extra source of light. The room was dim, but I felt a bit more comfortable. So I sat down at the laptop, and looked at the place. It was very unfamiliar to me at the time, but I now know it was the extensive Karazhan Crypts. I also noticed my FPS was unusually high at this point. Like 90 fps high. Of all the times that I could have a nice FPS, I suddenly have it in this freaky place. My luck in a fucking nutshell. I was inside the barred door, unable to exit, so I pressed on, unsure of what was happening or why.
At this point, I noticed another program was running in the background, like a command window. However, I didn’t feel like clicking on it to see what it had, and just played the game like I somewhat intended to. So at that point, I realize the music was not playing at all, and the sound effects seemed as if they were cranked up. Although I wasn't exactly fond of having this sound setting, I decided that I should just leave it as it is and not shut down the volume, considering that I would be better off if I can hear shit approaching me. I sighed, then pressed on. I was then greeted by three things: What looked to be a stone coffin at my right, a hole in the wall towards the left, and down the middle would be a passageway. I went towards the well, but I was too hesitant and scared to jump down, so instead, I took the pathway. As soon as I entered the walkway, white, bold letters would greet me with these words.
Pauper’s Walk
I felt scared, so I pressed the walk button, so I would take the trek slowly, rather than running in to what I felt was an untimely demise. I approached a split in the bone littered walkway, but decided that I should just go straight. I really wanted to get this over with by taking my time and not taking detours. I was greeted by a dirt floor room, with two walls with doors on the center of them. I heard banging noises from them. I panicked. I summoned my demon, but then I received a five second stun out of nowhere as I was finishing the cast. As that stun made my character stagger, I received another message.
[Kyle]: Let’s play tag. I’m it.
As soon as the stun wore off, the doors swung open, and spawned two giant, size-increased orcs, both of which had the ghoul texture on them. However, this time, they had no heads, and the model was covered in a red tint. I freaked out as they started running towards me at a slightly slower speed than my run speed, so I slammed the button that I had keybinded for walk toggle, and ran back up the stairs.
Realizing that my escape from the crypts was impeded, I ran towards the well. The orc zombies caught up at an angle, and slammed me with a knockback type attack, which slammed me towards the well, and made me drop quickly on a giant pile of bones. My character died with an ear-piercing scream, and his body exploded, turning into the model that DKs would get if they used the Corpse Explosion Talent. Blood flew everywhere. I then got a message in my chat box.
[Kyle]: That was fun. Let’s play again, Josh.
I wanted to scream, bash my head against a wall, and get the fuck out of the room. I did only two out of three of those things before regaining my composure again. Not too long after I got that message, I got a text box like this, while a blood red ring of light rose around me:
Kyle wants to Resurrect You.
Accept / Decline
When I tried clicking decline a thousand times so I could graveyard release and get the hell out, I was given this message just once.
[Kyle]: I won’t let you leave me alone. Play with me.
After a while, I hesitantly clicked yes, and I was raised again, as the character I was once playing. Then, I looked around a little more. I saw a shallow pool on the floor, and a stairway towards the left, and more doors forward ahead. I stepped off the bone piles and headed deeper into the crypts, knowing very well that I was going to regret not crushing the laptop into disposable waste immediately. I decided to walk again, because seriously, I’ve honestly never seen the place before, and I’ll admit, while I was scared shitless, I’ve never seen the place before, and I was damn curious as to where I was. I quickly opened the minimap. It showed me in Deadwind Pass. That really did a lot for my morale. Not. Anyways, I continued on, and reached another small room with a watery floor. The footsteps I made in it were LOUD, and it made everything seem REALLY creepy. I then decided to just run the fuck through that, then turn on walk on solid ground. But then I heard more splashing. I didn’t want to pan the camera behind me. I fucking darted. Then I saw this in my chatbox.
[Kyle]: Let’s play hide and seek. You’re it.
Immediately, I panned the camera behind me to catch the fucker. Not there. I slammed my hand into my face in disappointment, as a realization dawned upon me. Maybe if I won, I could get the fuck out and go on with my life. Yeah….no, he had no intention of letting me win. He never went easy on me in a game. Ever. But I still tried. I ran down the halls and corridors frantically, searching everywhere. Soon enough, I came upon an underwater section. I then got this message.
[Kyle]: Too late. You lost. Time for a new game.
[Kyle]: Let’s see who can hold their breath the longest.
My character was then suddenly pulled down towards a big pit of water, and the first thing I saw were these words in bold, red, bloody capital letters.
THE UPSIDE-DOWN SINNERS
My character was pulled towards one of the hooks of the underwater chains, and was, quite literally, hung upside-down. For a moment, I was able to look at the corpses hanging from the chains. They were bloody and eyeless. The breath meter, instead of reading “Breath” said “YOU’RE DYING”, and the meter was blood red, as cliché as that sounds. I don’t care, it was fucking scary, and at this point, I felt like I was going to go completely nuts. Suddenly….my camera starts panning and rotating, as if I was slowly closing in towards my own character. Soon enough, my camera was sharing the same sight, as if I was hung upside-down. I slowly see a face approach the screen…It was a human NPC, male, with the ghoul texture as well. His eyes were as hollow as the NPCs before him, and he looked eerily similar to Kyle. The face moved as if it were talking, but rather than a normal talk animation, it felt as if the graphics were merged onto a live face, moving fluidly as if it were really Kyle’s face.
<A WoW Model Viewer Rendition of the face will be posted here when I can get it to work properly...>
[Kyle]: This is fun. We can play for all of eternity here.
This is where I completely flipped out. I started mashing the keyboard frantically, moving the mouse around, and trying to close the window. I was too scared to turn off the laptop, as I would lose my only other light source. For a good two minutes, I was trying my hardest to get the fuck away, but I just couldn’t turn or move away from the laptop. I was hysterical, trying to get it off my screen. Suddenly, as the meter emptied…..
[Kyle]: Come play with me forever…..
His voice started projecting in the merged form of a satanic, deep voice. The screen cracked halfway, revealing his actual face on one side of the screen…completely realistic….eyes gouged out….teeth showing and some of his lip missing. The lamp behind me gave out as well, as if the wiring inside of it just burned out.
[Kyle]: ….Josh.
This is the part where I don’t remember much, other than going fucking hysterical and screaming, punching the screen until the laptop broke. I then slammed the door open and ran out of my room, and slammed the lights on. I was breathing hard….then I started to cry. A lot. My mom happened to be opening the door to the house at this point, and heard me scream. She came upstairs in a hurry, worried for my well-being. She saw me as a crying mess on the floor…sobbing, scared of every sudden noise.
The next day, while I was sleep depraved, I decided to go look back at the laptop. WoW was closed, and half of the screen was blacked out from the damage. However, on the part that was not damaged, there was a folder. It was the one I stored my nude texture pack in. I gulped audibly before taking a closer look at it. This was what the folder file was named:
THAT
I clicked the icon of the manila folder….
The next manila folder I saw had this:
WAS
And the next:
FUN
And the next:
LETS
And the next:
PLAY
And the next:
AGAIN
And after that….no texture pack. Nothing. Nada. I could have sworn I heard him laughing at me as I took the CD out, and chucked it with the laptop as far away as possible. I tried to tell my mom about what was happening, but she only then scheduled me to see a therapist.
After that day, I disposed of the laptop by giving it to a friend (figured the CDs were the problem only) and got myself a new laptop. I was also taken towards a doctor for therapy for….a few months, and did not play WoW for many months. When I came back, I was no longer in that same place. I was in Shattrath, thankfully. If there’s one thing I’m never going to do again, it’s this: I’m never, EVER going to store pornographic content on haunted, blank CDs. Also, this made me realize something. Perhaps Kyle never liked me in the first place. Perhaps he always dreaded playing games with me, and I never realized it. One things for sure though; I’m not visiting his grave because he is a freaking jerk.
As for proof that any of this had actually happened….I have none. I transferred Miluv off the server for other reasons, and renamed him. Any screenshots I might have had were not in their respective folder...because frankly, at the time, I was not smart enough to take photographic evidence. I sold away the computer to a friend, who is still alive and well, but doesn't use the computer anymore because it keeps catching on fire from a faulty charger.
Why I brung this up at all? After a few years, I decided to man up and ask where the CDs came from. Kyle's mom told me this hesitantly.
"They were retrieved from his car."